BadForm
Bad attitude in any Form
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OOC: This is a closed thread between Nightray and myself, based around the training of a sexual slave. If thats not your bag, don't read. Thank you.
IC: I didn't know. My parents had never prepared me for what was to come. Perhaps they thought they were doing me a favor. Perhaps they thought they could prevent the terrible consequences of the deal they struck back in China. God, I wish they had stayed there.
A wealthy American, I had never heard anything about him, so did not know his name, had seen how they were struggling and offered to get them into America, and ensure they had enough money to prosper. The payment for all this - their daughter, me, who had just been born. He said he would let them raise me though. He wanted me in 18 years.
On my eighteenth birthday, I was ecstatic. My birthday party was planned at Dominique's tonight, and all I had to do was get home from college, dress and head out. Unfortunately, that wasn't what was going to happen.
I opened the door and yelled a happy hello to my parents, and then my heart sunk. They were sitting in the living room with a rich looking man there. Both of them looked like the bottom had dropped from the world.
"Aska, you must go with this man." Said my father, without looking at me.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"He... owns you now..."
"Excuse me?" I couldn't believe my ears. "What do you mean, owns me..."
My father looked as if he was about to explain, but the man held up a finger to silence him. Then he pulled out a gun and shot me. Not with a bullet, but with a tranquiliser. I felt nauseous as the world began to swim in and out of focus. Confused, and terrified, I quickly yielded to blackness.
IC: I didn't know. My parents had never prepared me for what was to come. Perhaps they thought they were doing me a favor. Perhaps they thought they could prevent the terrible consequences of the deal they struck back in China. God, I wish they had stayed there.
A wealthy American, I had never heard anything about him, so did not know his name, had seen how they were struggling and offered to get them into America, and ensure they had enough money to prosper. The payment for all this - their daughter, me, who had just been born. He said he would let them raise me though. He wanted me in 18 years.
On my eighteenth birthday, I was ecstatic. My birthday party was planned at Dominique's tonight, and all I had to do was get home from college, dress and head out. Unfortunately, that wasn't what was going to happen.
I opened the door and yelled a happy hello to my parents, and then my heart sunk. They were sitting in the living room with a rich looking man there. Both of them looked like the bottom had dropped from the world.
"Aska, you must go with this man." Said my father, without looking at me.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"He... owns you now..."
"Excuse me?" I couldn't believe my ears. "What do you mean, owns me..."
My father looked as if he was about to explain, but the man held up a finger to silence him. Then he pulled out a gun and shot me. Not with a bullet, but with a tranquiliser. I felt nauseous as the world began to swim in and out of focus. Confused, and terrified, I quickly yielded to blackness.